tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57728000777804287052018-03-05T10:42:44.992-08:00Living an Awesome LifeBradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-26525404423882869082011-05-18T13:15:00.000-07:002011-05-18T13:17:25.928-07:00I poured a huge glass of water on my bed to force myself to get up and do something instead of just surfing the internet and laying down. Ugh. What was I thinking? Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it is laying on damp towels in bed??????Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-9617388490396429082011-02-24T09:57:00.001-08:002011-02-24T09:57:45.340-08:00Snow day...maybe I'll get in a car crash.Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-58212928460614050122010-11-11T15:33:00.000-08:002010-11-11T15:36:07.905-08:00VETERANS DAY SUX IT RAINED NO SUN IM STILL IN BED I HAVE NO MICROWAVE SO I HAVE TO WAIT FORTY-FIVE MINUTES FOR A FROZEN CHICKEN POT PIE TO COOK LIFE IS PAIN DEATH IS SWEET RELEASE I BET THE PIE WILL BURN MY MOUTH I GUESS FEELING SCORCHING POT PIE FILLING IS BETTER THAN THE EMPTINESS I FEEL BUT WHAT IF I DONT FEEL THE HEAT CUZ MY MOUTH IS AS NUMB AS THE REST OF ME FEELS RITE NOW?? JESUS....Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-7073080677781594972010-11-11T01:41:00.000-08:002010-11-11T01:42:03.516-08:00im sick what a bad idea<br />my life is nothing but regretBradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-43448737799564960332010-10-28T11:10:00.000-07:002010-10-28T11:11:24.585-07:00What am I supposed to do when I can't tell if it's my body that smells bad or my sheets? I guess I'll sleep on it.Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-89710538008025350502010-07-20T22:25:00.001-07:002010-07-20T22:26:52.269-07:00Jesus, I wish I at least had the self-respect/decency to put my fucking jeans on before I run to the bathroom to puke up a whole bottle of wine. Oh well I guess it's true what they say. You are what you drink. A whole fucking bottle of whine.Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-89766143549275402132010-04-07T23:49:00.001-07:002010-04-07T23:49:18.851-07:00Eventually everything gets depressing.Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-5581497342432314372010-03-26T13:05:00.000-07:002010-03-26T13:10:20.062-07:00I've been doing a lot of thinking and what if I released a series of full-length golf country club comedies the first being PAR, then PAR TOO: PAR TEE, PAR THREE, and finally PAR FOUR: THE COURSE?? I think it is important that when you have a dream or really great idea, you hold it tight in your hand and never let it go... Even if you squeeze too hard accidentally crushing it in the process. I think maybe Jamie Kennedy would be in the first Par movie and then just a guy who looks like him in the rest. OR MAYBE Jamie Kennedy dressed in prosthetics and makeup to LOOK like a guy who looks like Jamie Kennedy!!!!Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-78454305363344645862010-03-23T11:12:00.000-07:002010-03-23T11:13:27.367-07:00I can't get out of bed until I take my daily multivitamin.<br />I can't take my daily multivitamin until I eat some food.<br />I can't eat some food until I get out of bed.<br /><br />This could be it guys.Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-59725219256681151662010-03-23T03:53:00.000-07:002010-03-23T03:56:26.897-07:00After reading my previous post a few hundred times, I think the only way I could die happy would be if the sun were to explode or the earth just imploded or something long and drawn out but everyone goes at the same time. I don't know it would be pretty comforting I guess, but I mean once it happens it's not like it really matters I guess what I am saying is that I want to live to be 1,000 then die in my sleep being embraced by all of my descendants.Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-83566468652189649272010-03-22T23:44:00.000-07:002010-03-22T23:46:22.786-07:00Oh my god. After you die everyone else keeps living. How do I know this? I know a handful of people who have died. What does this mean? I'm not sure. I get really heavy chested when I try to think about it though. I think I'll eat another bagel.Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-68060024798582401362010-03-22T13:49:00.001-07:002010-03-22T13:50:05.798-07:00I forgot to eat breakfast then I drank a bunch of coffee. I can't stop shaking. I think I'll eat an apple and a bagel.Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-89035296400083158072010-03-22T12:23:00.001-07:002010-03-22T12:25:07.906-07:00If it takes me two hours to get out of bed do you think I need to go to the hospital? At least if I was in a hospital bed I wouldn't feel like such a lazy piece of shit. Maybe I should buy a hospital bed for my bedroom?Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-62369131765305287822010-03-14T23:56:00.000-07:002010-03-14T23:57:03.097-07:00What if I forget how to breathe in my sleep??????Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-37949144215693580162010-03-14T12:56:00.000-07:002010-03-14T12:57:16.049-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">Every time some one expects something out of me, I let them down. When do you think people will catch on to what an unreliable human being I really am???</span>Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-1898884999145584052010-03-05T10:42:00.001-08:002010-03-05T10:42:17.570-08:00How much bile can one man release???Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-84294668005090402612010-03-04T19:20:00.001-08:002010-03-04T19:20:54.363-08:00There is a sore on the roof of my mouth. I hope it's not infected I guess...Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-86543080259195886202010-03-04T19:16:00.001-08:002010-03-04T19:16:36.771-08:00I wish I had a job. I wish I had something. Jesus.Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-80049508172793329342010-03-04T19:13:00.001-08:002010-03-04T19:14:24.483-08:00I feel an intense pressure on my chest making it impossible to breathe deep. I ate a salad. It's not helping. I feel like shit; is this the end??Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-58531450146878210872010-02-18T11:46:00.000-08:002010-02-18T11:47:37.844-08:00<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" >A FILM ON MY TEETH AND AN ACHE IN MY HEART</span>Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-19003209036476134502009-05-27T11:26:00.001-07:002009-05-27T11:26:18.789-07:00ROTTEN GUTSBradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-17816739513932225672009-05-25T22:18:00.003-07:002009-05-25T22:18:33.545-07:00<span dir="ltr">I OPENED THE WINDOW BUT IT'S NOT HELPING I FEEL LIKE SHIT MY PALMS ARE SWEATING</span>Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-29592168576273512872009-05-25T22:18:00.001-07:002009-05-25T22:18:18.634-07:00<span dir="ltr">my palms are sweating I think im poisoned</span>Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772800077780428705.post-59197016164252309732009-05-25T22:11:00.000-07:002009-05-25T22:16:22.987-07:00Job Interviews<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://indocareer.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/business_interview.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 555px; height: 1045px;" src="http://indocareer.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/business_interview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://n.b5z.net/i/u/6138077/i/npCOCACOLAFRIDGEPACK.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 689px; height: 147px;" src="http://n.b5z.net/i/u/6138077/i/npCOCACOLAFRIDGEPACK.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Now that I have a job, I should just keep applying at places and going to interviews carrying a 12 pack of cocacola and just set it next to my chair or maybe on the desk and just start chugging sodas during the interview.Bradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11735126908307713456noreply@blogger.com0